Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Another day orAnother yearAnother beat of the heart is A-OkayA bad relationshipA working relationshipAn unfathomably-hard-to-believe-how-good-it-is relationshipA certain amount ofAk-ruh-moh-nee-uhs NESS makes senseAnd I hope to continue to make more sense of this nonsense before myAbsence.........

Monday, June 02, 2014

All we ever heard was the same record playing over and over
again. Was it the little old lady who played it or the rarely-seen,
dumpy-looking son? Every night, exactly at 8:30. A skip in-between to flip the
record over and then the music continued. Every night for years.

One night, there was no music. We checked our watches,
glanced up at our clocks. The neighborhood slowly trickled out into the street.
Murmurs, whispers, nervous glances. Why wasn’t the music playing? The front
door opened. The dumpy-looking son walked out, wiped his eyes, shut the door
quietly and shuffled down the street.